Carl wanted nothing more than you. He saw you in his dreams more often than not, doing the things he wanted with you. The way you walked in the halls was deadly, intoxicating. He even asked Lip, his womanizer brother, for advice on how to purse you.

“You gotta know what she likes. Scope her out and notice her patterns.” He told him. “Women like to feel cared and cherished.”

Carl wanted nothing more than to praise you like the queen you are. He wasted time in Chemistry class doing nothing but fantasizing about what you could be. You just didn’t trust love.

Love was your enemy. It had given you nothing in like but pain and suffering, crying over men who didn’t love you like you loved them. Abusing your love for pleasure. But Carl was a real lover. And he could show you that.

He slides by you in the lunch line. “Hey, I’ve seen you around and—” He was interrupted by your sigh and moving around him. “Look, give me a chance!”